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In this bundle, you will find: Billionaire's Experiment When Belle finds herself on the doorstep of her new employer, she is utterly terrified, yet hopeful of what her new life will be. Eccentric billionaire Jason Stone has been working on something extraordinary behind closed doors. And he's just found the best candidate for his experiment. Biker's Experiment Cassie stands at the counter and stares at the burly biker in front of her, certain that she is making the worse decision in her life. The incredibly sexy man is offering her a significant amount of money in exchange for something that she has never even dreamed of doing: Surrender to five alpha males. Fighter's Experiment Beautiful and hardheaded Clarice knows how to handle herself in a fighting ring. She doesn't surrender easily to any man. Until she crosses path with her boss. He breaks through every mental restraint and common sense in her mind to make her submit not just to him, but to all the men who want her. Librarian's Experiment Alice is absolutely fine with crushing on the Damien, the sexy French librarian from afar... until her friend threatens to make a move on him. Fearful that her promiscuous friend would succeed, Alice throws herself at the sexy librarian, only to find out that Damien is more than meets the eye. Devil's Experiment Rosie wakes up on a perfect bright morning with little on her mind except getting her boyfriend to marry her so she can finally experience her first time. Except there're other plans for her. The infamous black devil walks into the restaurant where she works and she is stripped and humiliated in front of all her colleagues. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Excerpt from Billionaire's Experiment I made a sound, something between a moan and a whimper as he leaned closer to me. He was close enough for me to taste him. I drank him in, taking time to appreciate the hard planes of his body, noting the jut of his hips and the outline of well-developed muscles on his thighs. "How're you feeling, Mia?" he asked again. A million thoughts swam through my mind, but none made any sense. "Master Jason," I mumbled, feeling a tightness grow in my core as I looked up into his eyes. He edged just a little bit closer, filling what little distance there was between us so that our chests were almost touching. "Use your words, Mia," he said. His hands found my shoulders and then tangles in my hair. He combed through my hair as I tried to form words with my tongue. "Tell me how you feel." "Hot," I finally managed. "I feel hot." It was true. I felt a heat inside me, reaching outwards like tendrils from a rose, capturing every nerve, every skin cell, every organ. It was almost hard to breathe. I felt my body being heavy with need. "Anything else?" he asked. "How does it feel when I do this?" His fingers slid down my inner thigh. "Oh!" I gasped. I shook my head, unable to form the words to answer him. "Tell me how much experience you've had," he says. "None," I whispered, thinking that I had already told him that over the phone. "Not even the basics?" he asked, looking incredibly amused. "I've kissed a guy before," I said, leaning back and crossing my arms over my chest a little defensively. He threw back his head and laughed so heartily that I felt completely humiliated. I wished I had done more, but it was the truth. I just hadn't had the time or energy for a relationship. "You're more innocent than I thought," he said. "Show me," he said.
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Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.
These three standalone stories feature dominating alpha males taking complete control of young virgins who yield to the men utterly and completely.
It also contains scenes with exhibitionism & voyeurism, spanking, domination, gangbang, sex toys, public humiliation, bondage, hucow, and submission.
Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).
In this bundle, you will find:
When Belle finds herself on the doorstep of her new employer, she is utterly terrified, yet hopeful of what her new life will be.
Eccentric billionaire Jason Stone has been working on something extraordinary behind closed doors. And he's just found the best candidate for his experiment.
This story contains a dozen dominating alpha males and one innocent submissive experimenting with lots of toys, humiliation, and pleasure.
Cassie stands at the counter and stares at the burly biker in front of her, certain that she is making the worse decision in her life. The incredibly sexy man is offering her a significant amount of money in exchange for something that she has never even dreamed of doing:
Surrender to five alpha males.
They don't know how inexperienced she is, nor do they care. Every logical cell in her brain is telling her to turn tail and run, but she stares down the man twice her size and shakes his hand.
"We have a deal."
Beautiful and hardheaded Clarice knows how to handle herself in a fighting ring. She doesn't surrender easily to any man.
Until she crosses path with her boss, Oscar Denver. He breaks through every mental restraint and common sense in her mind to make her submit not just to him, but to all the men who want her.
She is brought to her knees, quite literally, andfinds herself loving every second of her public humiliation.
Mastered 4: Librarian's Experiment
Alice is absolutely fine with crushing on the Damien, the sexy French librarian from afar... until her friend threatens to make a move on him.
Fearful that her promiscuous friend would succeed, Alice throws herself at the sexy librarian, only to find out that Damien is more than meets the eye. He enthralls her completely, tormenting her with her own desires and making her beg for pleasure.
She surrenders to not only him, but strangers in public places, powerful hands holding her down as her innocence goes up in smoke of ecstasy.
Mastered 5: Devil's Experiment
Rosie wakes up on a perfect bright morning with little on her mind except getting her boyfriend to marry her so she can finally experience her first time.
Except there're other plans for her. The infamous black devil walks into the restaurant where she works and she is stripped and humiliated in front of all her colleagues. Hot flavors of desire maddens her and the raw physical desire overwhelms her completely as she surrenders to dominating men she barely knows.
Mastered 6: Doctor's Experiment
Innocent and naive Anna isn't at all prepared when she starts creaming despite having never experienced carnal pleasures of any sort.
Panicked, she makes an appointment with her doctor, a sexy, intelligent older alpha male who is determined to help her with her problem... in every way possible.
She is utterly unprepared for the onslaught of raw physical desire that consumes her.
Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.
This is a standalone short story featuring half a dozen dominating alpha males and a single innocent submissive who is completely destroyed by ecstasy.
It also contains scenes including public exhibitionism and humiliation, domination by strangers, bondage, nipple clamps, sex toys, ropes, MFM, gangbangs and lots of other steamy scenes you will thoroughly enjoy.
Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).
There was a bird on the other side of the glass, preening its beautiful white feathers as it perched on the steep edge of window. There were streaks of black across its neck and tail. Was it a dove? It was too pretty for the polluted air here.
"You know why you're here?"
I looked up from the bird I had been blinking dumbly at and nodded at the man in front of me. My tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth, too heavy for words.
I was so hungry I could barely think, let alone speak. There was ten bucks left in my bank account and I needed that money to get back to my apartment. An apartment I will soon be losing.
Nothing I'd heard about New York was true. There was no rags to riches story waiting for me here. I came into the city five months ago with everything I had, only to lose it all to the hustle and bustle of the bright city lights.
"Says here you're twenty one?" he asked. His voice was male and deep. Really nice. A shiver went through me and I told myself I was here for a job, not to ogle over the hot interviewer. No matter how hot he was.
I nodded. My hands trembled slightly and I pressed them together to keep them still. My heart was pounding loudly.
"You graduated high school a few years ago. What have you been doing since?" he asked.
Everything was there on the paper. Why was he asking me? I brushed a hand over my hair and shot him my thousand-watt smile. "I've been working odd jobs here and there," I said. That was the truth. I had worked everywhere that would hire me. Cleaning toilets, washing pots, stocking shelves... Although I doubt any of my prior work experience would help me.
I felt, rather than heard the judgment coming from him. He didn't seem pleased that I never went to college. Higher learning education was a luxury afforded by the rich.
"Do you think you could find a job for me?" I asked finally, unable to stand the quietness any longer.
The handsome stranger finally looked up from the piece of paper he had been staring at for the past ten minutes to focus his perfect blue orbs on me. I almost wished he hadn't. His eyes all but stripped me naked right there in my seat, never mind that there were people all around us, being interviewed for different work.
"Any family to speak of?" he asked.
I shook my head. A familiar tightness gripped at my heart at the mention of my family. "Car accident," I offered at his enquiring gaze.
"Thank you." I shrugged.
"Who're you staying with now?" he asked.
He nodded. "No other family?"
"None that I know of."
I was determined not to let depression take over my life after the only family that mattered to me was ripped away from me so cruelly. The drunk driver survived but my family was lost in the crash. The thought that they wouldn't want me to throw away my life was the only thing that kept me going. My family wasn't rich to begin with and the funeral expenses took away what little money we had.
I had absolutely no idea what I would do without my family by my side. I'd never been so terrified in my life.
The lawyers sold the apartment we had in order to pay for the funeral and the hospital expenses, although the reason why dead people would have hospital expenses eluded me.
I did well in high school, but school didn't pay the bills. The moment I graduated, I started work. I never stayed with the same job long enough to make lasting friendships. I was terrified that I would spend the rest of my life working dead-end jobs just to pay the bills.
When I shared my fears with Caroline, my high school best friend who was already in her second year of university, she sold me the success story of New York City. She said she envied me. She envied the fact that I could build a whole new life elsewhere with nothing to tether me in the small town where we grew up.
I took her words to heart. I packed what little possessions I had and purchased a one way bus ticket to the city that never sleeps.
On the first day, I made the mistake of answering an ad on a flyer I picked up from the road and went to a job interview in a cafe. I was surprised by the scantily clad woman who showed up.
She asked whether I wanted to work as an escort. The money could be lucrative for someone like me. My mother was Russian and my father was American. I had her blue eyes and high cheekbones and his tanned skin and dirty blond hair. I declined, thinking there would be better opportunities for me elsewhere. She laughed at the idea of a better-paying job for a nobody like me. She called me naive and a little stupid, then gave me a card for when I changed my mind. Not 'if'. When.
Five months later, I believed her. I was stupid to think I had a better chance of making it out here. I couldn't even find work as a cleaner! I'd probably fetch a higher price as an escort on account of being a virgin. I tried to remember where I left the number.
"Do you have any other special skills you can add to your resume?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"Do you play any musical instruments?"
I shook my head again.
"Any babysitting experiences? Baking skills? Modeling experience?"
I continued shaking my head and wondered if I should even bother stopping.
I doubted there was any job offer waiting for me here. The interviewer did not like my qualifications (or lack thereof) judging by the frown on his face.
My fears were confirmed when he spoke. "Listen Ms-" he glanced at the papers. He couldn't be bothered to remember my name for five minutes. "Ms. Belle. I'm afraid there isn't anything here that you qualify for. But if something comes up, I'll let you know."
My heart dropped.
"Thank you for your help," I tried to nod at him politely, but my eyes were already filling up with frustrated tears. My stomach chose that moment to betray me and growl.
He looked up with pity and I turned around in abject horror. This was turning out to be a worse day than I had anticipated. My cheeks flamed red with shame.
"Wait," he said.
I whirled back, hopeful that he had miraculously came up with something in the short second I had my back turned. He only had his hand out.
"Best of luck, Ms. Belle. I'm sure there's ample opportunity out there for someone as beautiful as yourself."
That's an odd thing to say. Frowning, I took his outstretched hand and shook it. There was something in his palm. He winked at me as he slid me the paper, then sat down and avoided my eyes pointedly.
I hurried out of the office. I waited until I was nowhere near the office before lifting my palm to look at the paper the stranger had slid to me.
There was just a single name card with a number on it. I dialed the number without thinking. The dial tone beeped in rhythm with tapping heels. I told myself to calm down.
"Hello? Mr. Jason?" I swallowed, trying to wet my suddenly dry throat.
"Hello," a definitively male voice said, amusement clear in his voice.
"I um... I got your number from an interviewer and I was hoping to get a job..."
"Of course. I have a few questions."
"Okay," I cupped my hand to the phone, trying to hear him through the sound of cars driving past as I walked further into an alley to avoid being in the way of the fast moving traffic.
"Name and age?"
"Belle Raven. I'm twenty one."
"Not at the moment. I'm looking for a full time work."
"Good, good," he murmured. "Are you comfortable with moving for the job? Food and lodgings are provided, of course."
My heart stopped at my throat. Food and lodgings?! My mother's warning voice about things that sounded too good to be true echoed in my mind. I drew a deep breath and ignored her voice of reason. "I'll be more than happy to move!" I still had no idea what the work was.
"Are you afraid of needles and pain, Belle?"
I gulped. What's that got to do with anything? "I'm sorry?" My voice was breathless and soft, which flustered me.
"Are you afraid of a little pain, Belle? I'm afraid the work requires you to have some level of pain tolerance."
"A little pain... is alright I suppose?" I murmured, growing more and more worried by the second. What kind of job was it?!
"Do you have any medical ailments or preexisting conditions?"
"Have you been pregnant before and are you pregnant now?"
"You're a perfectly healthy young woman then." I could hear the smile of satisfaction in his voice.
"Are you in a relationship currently?"
"How much experience have you had with sexual intercourse?" he asked.
"Excuse me?!" I gasped.
"It's important that you answer, Belle. How many sexual partners have you had?"
"I- I don't know?" I whispered.
"A lot, then?"
"How many years of sexual experience have you had?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long while. Did he hang up? I was relieved when he started talking again. I let go of a breath I didn't realize I had been holding.
"You're a virgin?"
My voice was meek and soft. "Yes."
Relief that I hadn't botched the interview filled my heart, warming me. I still had a chance to not be homeless.
"Do you touch yourself at night?"
And the relief was gone.
I bit my lip and considered hanging up the phone. This was turning out to be a lot more personal than I thought. I watched cars and unknowing pedestrians move past me with an irrational fear that they could hear everything the man was asking.
I admitted softly, "Sometimes." My cheeks were fast turning red from embarrassment. This was a highly inappropriate line of questioning. What in the world was I getting myself into?
My stomach chose the moment to growl noisily, as if reminding me that I needed to eat.
"Do you use toys?" He asked the question as if it were the most normal thing in the world to ask a woman during a job interview.
"No toys," I whispered, certain that the people around me could guess what we were talking about. I was getting flustered and the line of questioning was starting to have an effect on my body that I didn't appreciate. At least not in broad daylight in the midst of strangers. I tried to melt into the wall.
There was a cafe right next to me where the delightful scent of coffee and muffins was awakening a fresh bout of hunger in my belly.
"No experience with sex toys?"
"None." I didn't know why I was still answering questions. That was a lie. I knew exactly why I was still answering his ludicrous questions. I needed the get a job to afford food.
"Not even dildos and vibrators?" he sounded pleased.
"No." My voice was getting softer and softer. The toys were expensive. I could barely feed myself, let alone splurge on expensive, unnecessary sex toys.
"This should be interesting for the both of us then, Belle."
I cleared my throat and finally gathered enough courage to ask, "May I know what the job is, Mr. Jason?"
"You may refer to me as 'Sir' or 'Master Jason'," he corrected.
I gulped. When the silence prolonged uncomfortably, I realized he was waiting for me to repeat the question with the right honorific. "What's the work that I'm expected to do, Sir?"
"You're here to assist me in a series experiments," he said. "Once that is over, you will be generously compensated."
I daren't ask how much he was offering. The fact that he had offered to put a roof over my head and feed me was amazing enough.
"What kind of experiments?" I gulped. It didn't sound like he was asking me questions for experiments. It sounded like he was going to fuck me in weird and novel ways.
"Everything will be made known to you once you arrive," he answered without answering. "I just have one last question."
"Yes, Mr- I mean, yes, sir?"
"When can you start?"
My mother's voice echoed in my head once more. If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is... I shook my head and ignored her, "Immediately."
Everything was easier with money. When I told the strange man on the other end of the phone that I was ready to start work immediately, he told me to stay put and that he will send somebody to fetch me.
I used my last remaining greens to buy a muffin and a cup of coffee as I waited, the food settling in my empty stomach delightfully. Anxiety gnawed at my bones, but I pushed it down and replaced it with anticipation. I had a job A vague, suspicious-sounding job, but a job nevertheless!
There was no internet service on my phone for me to research my new employer. Jason Stone wasn't a familiar name at all. Maybe the driver would be able to give me more information. Was he going to come pick me up along with the driver? I was curious about what the man on the other side of the phone looked like. A mad scientist conducting experiments... This is how horror movies start. I ignored the thought and tried to be happy for myself.
After months of anxiously applying for jobs and getting turned down, I could finally breathe easy. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribcage that I was almost sure the strangers around me could hear it as well.
Finishing the last drop of my coffee, I stood back outside and waited for my ride.
I watched the cars speed past and wondered if what kind of driver he had sent my way.
I turned to the man and did all I could to stop myself from gawking. He was such a handsome young man. For a moment, I thought he was Jason Stone, but that was wrong. He didn't sound like Mr. Stone. And Jason Stone didn't sound like a name for a black man.
"Master Jason asked for me to pick you up," he said.
I felt a pang of disappointment when it sunk in that he did not turn up to meet me himself. He was an important man with more serious matters to attend to, no doubt.
It was lucky that I had dressed up for the interview but I wished I had dressed better. The dress I was wearing was one of the last remaining dresses I owned, one that I couldn't sell to the thrift shop on account of it being bright yellow with white ducks printed on it.
He looked amused. "You don't look like what I expected you to."
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"Nothing. If you could get in the car?"
I turned to the black sedan behind him and gawked. The long black sedan looked like it belonged in a wedding reception instead of next to a cafe in a dingy part of town.
I brushed imaginary muffin crumbs from my dress and walked around to climb into the passenger's seat. turning around to check out the magnificent area behind it. The car was large and luxurious. There was even a glass separating the front part of the car with the back, where there appeared to be a small drinking area.
He looked at me inquisitively for a moment and I belatedly remembered that I was supposed to get into the backseat where all the drinks were. I avoided looking at him in embarrassment.
"I hear you will be joining the experiment," he said as he started the car. Was he going to keep talking throughout the road? I should get all the information I could out of him.
"Are there others?"
He shrugged. "You're the first female as far as I know."
"You mean he's done it with guys before?"
His eyebrows went to his forehead and he grinned. "How did you think I got this job?"
I gulped. Was Jason gay? Was that how he got the job? "I'm still not sure what I've gotten myself into," I admitted quietly.
"Oh, he's going to have fun with you!" he answered mysteriously, still not giving me any idea of what the job entailed.
"I didn't catch your name," I said in a way of steering the conversation somewhere normal.
"Ollie," he introduced himself, his eyes never straying from the road. He was an incredibly handsome man. He looked like he was in his twenties, but I could be wrong. He had muscular arms and well-toned muscles all about him. "Like what you see?" he asked suddenly.
I turned away and folded my hands on my lap. I told my heart to calm down. My employer must be an incredibly rich man if he could afford a driver as good looking as Ollie and a car as expensive as this one.
I wondered why he wanted to know if I was a virgin. I wasn't trying to hold on to my virginity, really. I just never had a chance to meet someone that I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. Or rather, someone who I wanted to spend the night with even.
What if he was a cruel man? Ollie seemed nice enough. He was able to put me at ease with just a few words. He didn't seem like the type of man who would willingly hand me over to someone wanting to cause me harm...
"You'll be staying in the mansion from now on, yeah?" he asked as we drove out of the highway and into a two-lane road flanked by tall trees and lush green hills.
"Could I go and pick up my stuff first?" There was only a few days left in my lease. I only felt slightly bad I was going to disappear before paying rent. I'll pay him back when I get paid.
"We'll have plenty of time to get that handled afterwards. Master Jason is quite eager to see you in person."
"Oh," I looked down on my hands, scolding myself for being so eager to get away already. I should be excited for my new job. "What if he decides I'm not a right fit?" I asked.
Ollie glanced at me and laughed. "You've gotten past the phone interview, yea?" he asked.
"Then the fact that you're a gorgeous babe is just icing on the cake," he said so seriously that a blush formed on my cheeks.
The vast green fields was beautiful and calming and I closed my eyes, willing my beating heart to slow down as I relaxed into the comfortable seat.
I didn't know when I dozed off but when I opened my eyes again, we were parked outside a magnificent double gate that stretched out into the skies.
"We're here," Ollie said with a grin, waving at the security guard when he drove past the opened gate.
My hands trembled slightly as I prepared to exit the car. My whole body hummed nervously. The mansion was a lot bigger than any house I had seen before. It looked like a castle.
"It's going to be okay," he said, patting my hand reassuringly. "Master Jason wouldn't ask you to do anything you're uncomfortable with," he promised.
I stared at him doubtfully, wishing I had asked him more questions instead of mindlessly falling asleep on the journey.
He dropped me off at the front door and was on the way to open the car door for me when I showed myself out.
"Remember to get into the backseats next time, alright? Master Jason wouldn't like it if he knew you broke protocol."
I nodded numbly and walked up the steps towards the door. It opened without provocation, sliding open smoothly. I was surprised that there was no antiques and dim lighting beyond the door. Instead, everything was modernized, the lights were bright and the furniture looking like it had appeared from a photo shooting magazine somewhere. I tried not to gawk, but it was hard not to stare at transparent floor that I was walking on, Koi fishing swimming on the other side of the glass. There was a glass exhibition in the middle of the hall, nestled in between twin staircases that spiraled upwards.
I spied a few exotic birds beyond the glass but my wandering eyes fast focused onto the two men flanking either sides of me.
"You must be Ms. Belle," the man on the left said, introducing himself as Paddy. He was the butler and I was to go to him if I had any questions. He looked like he was in his late forties and had hints of white in his brown hair. He wore a suit that looked tailored to fit him perfectly.
The man on the right was Ken and he was in charge of dinner. He wore a chef's uniform and he wanted to know if I had any allergies or special requests that he should know about.
"I'll eat anything," I said simply.
He formed the first smile I had seen since I arrived. I decided he was quite handsome when he smiled. Ken was significantly younger than Paddy, looking to be in his mid-twenties. He was a little shorter than Paddy but much stockier. Both men were taller than me, even in my heels. His brown hair was lighter, looking something more like my dirty blonde, and his pupils were black instead of brown.
"Nothing special? No gluten allergy? Dairy? Nuts? You're not vegetarian?" he asked, his tone almost teasing now. His voice was loud and boisterous, sounding slightly Italian. I wondered if he was.
Paddy frowned at him, as if he had done something wrong.
I shook my head. "I really- I'll eat anything," I repeated feebly.
"Woman after my own heart," he laughed, hitting me hard across the back. I coughed and stumbled forward. He apologized readily and walked off into the direction of the kitchen.
I barely had time to gawk at my surroundings as Paddy uttered a quick, "Follow me," and disappeared up the stairs.
I jogged up after him, sunny, hopeful thoughts in my head. The chef and the driver were kind. Paddy seemed like a nice man, even though he was a little bit stoic and didn't seem to be one for talking. He walked me past a series of doors, hallways, and a beautiful spa-like room that looked like it was linked to a sauna until finally, we reached our destination.
"This is going to be your room during your stay here," he said and proceeded to tell me that my personal bathroom was to my right, living room is to my left, a balcony that oversees the garden over to the end of the hall and a kitchen if I ever grow sick of Ken's cooking in the corner.
I couldn't quite pick my jaw from the grown from the magnificence of the room he had shown me into. The living room, complete with a flat screen TV and game consoles, was bigger than my entire apartment.
I must've looked like a deer caught in headlights as I tried to take it all in. I had prepared myself for a small room with a single bed and a desk with maybe a lamp. This was too much.
I turned to Paddy, but he was already turning towards the door.
"When is Master Jason going to see me?" I asked.
He didn't bother turning back. "Master Jason will see you when he's ready."
I didn't know what to do when the door closed behind me.
Whatever experiments he wanted me to help him with, I was ready to take it. This was better than anything I had ever imagined! I wandered into the kitchen and if my eyes weren't already on the verge of falling out from sheer awe, they were now.
There was a Jacuzzi in the middle of the bathroom. I wanted to get the water running so I could soak all my worries away in the warm bath instantly. Later. The thought settled like a promise in my chest.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and wasn't surprised the see the stunned expression on my face. I forced a smile.
"It's going to be alright," I whispered as I looked down on the sink and washed my hands, if only for something to do. Even the water was the perfect temperature.
My eyes were drawn to a tall glass of water next to the sink and a small gold-plated plate with two pills on it. One blue, the other red.
"Take the blue pill and the story ends," I thought with a smile, picking up the red pill. There was a note beneath the pills that said, 'Eat Me'.
I shrugged and popped both pills into my mouth, downing it with the plain water.
My heartbeat started pumping heavily the moment the pills settled in my belly. I drew a deep, shuddering breath and stumbled backwards, my back hitting the wall. It shouldn't be having an effect on me so quickly.
I slid down onto the floor as a wave of dizziness overcame me. I closed my eyes, trying to will the sudden vertigo away.
My mother's voice whispered in my mind, "I told you it was too good to be true..." as unconsciousness pulled me under.
I woke up on the bathroom floor.
Everything hurt. I pushed myself up and leaned against the sink, hands on either side of it. I turned on the tap. The cold running water washed some life back into my hands.
There was metallic taste in my mouth that I couldn't get rid of no matter much I gargled. There was a brand new toothbrush by the sink and a toothpaste next to it. I tore open the packaging and set about washing the foul taste of out my mouth as I tried to make some sense of where I was.
What the hell happened? The last thing I remembered was walking past the too-large doors with my jaws on the ground. I had been ohhing and aahing over the sheet extravagance of it all. Then-
I looked up at the mirror, expecting my eyes to be wide and bloodshot. Instead, I looked absolutely fine. I groaned, even that made my head pound. This was worst than a hangover.
"You okay?" a voice inquired, distinctively male, completely manly. A shiver went through me despite the vertigo I was going through. He had the sort of voice that went from my eardrums straight to my pussy. My body was starting to wake up as I splashed cold water on my face.
"I didn't think you would take the pills without even asking about it first."
Oh. But the paper said, "Eat me," and he had no idea how desperate I was for work.
I pushed my long hair out of my eyes and tried to focus on the source of the voice from the reflection in the mirror. He was leaning against the door and his face slowly swam into focus.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
Whoever he was, he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties, manly with a strong jaw that I wanted to run my fingers through instantly.
His hair was combed back, accentuating his beautiful green eyes that seemed to reflect light like emeralds. When he smiled, his teeth shone too and I cursed the gods for focusing way too much attention on making this one man absolutely perfect. It wasn't fair to the rest of us normal people.
I was still wearing the same t-shirt and pants that I thought I'd change out of once I settled in. Too late for that now. I felt severely underdressed in his presence. He was wearing a suit of all things. The pants was black and well-fitting, if a little tight where his legs met. I gulped. His dick must be sizable for me to be able to see the outline even through the layers of clothing.
"How're you feeling?" he asked.
My gaze darted from his pants to his face and I blushed as he gave me a sly, knowing smile.
"Fine," I choked out, then cleared my throat. I turned around to face him with the intent of introducing myself properly but I overestimated my ability to walk and stumbled straight into his open arms.
He laughed as he waved away my apologies and helped me into the room, letting me go only once he made sure I was stable on the bed.
Under any other circumstance, he wouldn't give me the time of his day. He was light-years out of my league and worlds away from my type.
Stop being dumb, Belle. He's just your employer. My stomach growled and I drew back with a blush on my cheeks.
"You must be starving. I've told the chef to prepare some food for you but I'm not sure what you like."
"I've met him! I'll eat anything," I said quickly. my face burned red from embarrassment when I realized how I sounded like a glutton. He must think so little of me. First day on the job and I already had him looking after me instead of the other way around.
"Good." He smiled indulgently at me and I felt myself being warmed all around.
He sat down on the bed next to me, his hand resting comfortably on my lap. His touch was as warm as his smile. He was close enough to touch and I had to resist the urge to reach out and feel his skin with mine. There was something utterly mesmerizing about his eyes, his lush lips and strong jaw, his muscular hand on my thigh.
"When did you take the pills?" he asked.
"As soon as I arrived."
"That means the medication should be taking effect..." He stared at me thoughtfully, his eyes focused on mine, as if trying to read my mind with his gaze.
I wanted to run my fingers through his hair so badly that I could almost feel them twitch, so I let myself lift my hand and slip them between the soft strands. He drew back only slightly before allowing me the luxury of running my fingers through his impossibly soft hair.
I pulled my hand back when I realized what I was doing.
"I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me!"
"It's quite alright," he said. "Perhaps it was just a reaction from the pills. Tell me, my dear, do you feel anything different?"
I made a sound, something between a moan and a whimper as he leaned closer to me. He was close enough for me to taste him with my tongue. I drank him in, taking time to appreciate the hard planes of his body, noting the jut of his hips and the outline of well-developed muscles on his thighs.
"How're you feeling, Mia?" he asked again.
A million thoughts swam through my mind, but none made any sense. "Master Jason," I mumbled, feeling a tightness grow in my core as I looked up into his eyes. He edged just a little bit closer, filling what little distance there was between us so that our chests were almost touching.
"Use your words, Mia," he said. His hands found my shoulders, then my hair. He combed through my hair as I tried to form words with my tongue.
"Hot," I finally forced out the word. It was true. I felt a heat inside me, reaching outwards like tendrils from a rose, capturing every nerve, every skin cell, every organ. It was almost hard to breathe. I felt my body being heavy with need.
"Anything else?" he asked. "How does it feel when I do this?" His fingers slid down my inner thigh and found the sweet spot between my legs. I arched my chest towards him involuntarily, leaning closer towards him.
"Oh!" I gasped. A jolt of pleasure ran up my spine from the spot where his fingers touched me straight to my breasts and brain. My hands grasped at his wrist and I tried to pry his hand away from me, only for him to curve his fingers there, touching my clit and sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine that weakened me bodily.
"How much sexual experience have you had?" he asked, curling and pushing his fingers on my core.
I shook my head, unable to form the words to answer him.
With a wicked grin, he rubbed his fingers against my clit once last time before pulling his fingers from my core. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. A part of me yearned for it back. The odd sense of pleasure his fingers brought me, just by touching me lightly through the layer of clothing, was intoxicating.
"I'm a virgin," I whispered, thinking that I had already told him that over the phone.
"Yes, but I'd like to know how much you know about sex."
"What's that got to do with the job?"
"Everything." His voice was a deep growl that reverberated through me. "The pills you just took is supposed to cause a series of reactions in your body. It will make you the perfect lover to a dominating male. You will be able to submit to a man's every wish and your body react in ways that might be completely unfamiliar to you. So let me ask you again, how much do you know about sex?"
He sounded absolutely insane.
"I've kissed a guy," I said, leaning back and crossing my arms over my chest a little defensively. Maybe he wasn't the person I thought he was.
He threw back his head and laughed so heartily that I felt completely humiliated. I wished I had done more, but it was the truth. I just hadn't had the time or energy for a relationship.
"You're more innocent than I thought," he said. "Show me," he said.
"You?" I gasped.
"You're going to do a lot more than kiss for the series of experiments I will be conducting on you. I need to know you're comfortable with that," he said.
I looked at him, hard lips twisting. "Am I going to lose my virginity to you?"
His eyebrows furrowed. "Perhaps. Perhaps I won't be the one to take it. Will you be comfortable with that, Ms. Belle?"
I shook my head without thinking, then looked down, almost ashamed. I knew being a virgin was nothing to be ashamed of, but I couldn't help but feel lacking.
His fingers tipped my chin up and there was compassion in his eyes when he looked at me. "Will you be willing to work with me? I promise the rewards will be... significant."
I gulped. There wasn't a smirk in sight. He was dead serious.
I straightened my back, pulling myself up to at least seem more confident than I felt. "I'm a quick learner," I said.
"Good," he smiled. "Now show me," he leaned forward until there was less than an inch separating us.
He probably thought I was a child, innocent and inexperienced. I wanted to prove him wrong but the truth was, it had been months since I last kissed a man. I didn't know if I still remembered how to do it.
He looked down at me with something like hunger and control in his gaze.
When our lips touched, electricity coursed through my veins. He pressed the fullness of himself against me, tipping me down onto the bed so that his chest was pressing against my breasts.
My breath caught in my chest, my body aching for so much more than he would give me. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, tongue tasting me as he kissed me.
When he finally drew back, his hand tugged at the budding nipple of my breast and I arched into his chest again. I swatted at him and he laughed, rolling his hips a few times to force mt to open my legs a little more.
"You're delightful," he said, nipping at me again. I wrapped my arms around him and drew him back when he tried to pull away, deepening the kiss. My lips parted and tentatively, my tongue darted out to dance with his.
There was so much heat from our bodies that I felt like I was swimming in a sea of head I might drown in.
The soft whisper of his voice undid me and I felt my nipples harden as his fingers found them, pinching down on the sensitive nubs to make me gasp. I wanted him to take me then and there. The depravity of my thoughts gave way to concern almost instantly and I tried to pull away from him.
As if in protest, his grip on my breasts tightened, twisting and pulling my sensitive nipples to draw all the air out of my lungs.
"How're you feeling now?" he asked.
"Good," I whimpered, blinking at him.
He pressed his face down on my neck as he sucked on my heated skin. I groaned and rocked myself against him over and over, the smoldering heat of our bodies pressed against each other driving me insane.
"Are you doing this for the experiment too?" I asked.
His hands rolled over my hips, sliding so painfully slow over the curve of my thighs before resting between my legs.
My muscles clenched, as did my heart. The unfamiliarity of it all scared me.
"I'm doing this because I want to," he whispered. He brushed a kiss across my lips as his fingers pushed my skirt up, revealing my soaked panties to him. I tried to close my legs together, but he locked me wide.
"Sir, the food is ready," Ken interrupted suddenly, knocking on the door before letting himself in. I drew back with in shock, but Master Jason still had his hand on my inner thighs, keeping me in place.
His tongue drew a line over the column of my neck, leaving a cool sensation where he licked me.
He ignored Ken as his fingers pulled aside my panties and rubbed against my core. He sucked on the part of flesh in my neck where my pulse beat the fastest, a steady repetitive act that seems to be increasing more and more.
"Should I leave, sir?" Ken asked, though his eyes were glued to where Master Jason's hands were.
"Stay and watch," Master Jason instructed and Ken disappeared into the kitchen to drop off his tray of food before coming back to join us. He stood next to the bed, giving himself the perfect view of Master Jason's fingers pulling and pushing into me. There was lust in his eyes as he stared at me.
I know I could protest or scream for help, but I realized with a jolt that I didn't want to. This was hot. It was sexy and dirty and I knew I wanted this.
The fact that there was somebody watching made things even more erotic.
His fingers delved into my burning core and I gasped loudly, all the breath leaving my lungs at once as pleasure racked through my body.
"Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop," he said, cupping me, pressing his thumb on my clit and his fingers curving inside me. I yelped, rocking into him and hating myself for doing it. What was wrong with me?
Tell him to stop and walk away.
"More," I whimpered, the sane part of my mind melting away, replaced by pure lust.
He moved his fingers inside me, pushing and pulling to touch a part of me nobody had touched before. "Are you really a virgin?" he asked. The doubt in his voice burned me. When I opened my eyes, I realized he was dead serious.
He pulled his fingers from inside me, then with one swift movement, pulled my panties off.
"Hold her down," he instructed Ken.
Ken knew exactly what to do. He walked over behind me on the other side of the bed and held my hands by my wrists, pulling both hands over my head to keep me trapped as Master Jason removed a pair of scissors from the dressing table and made a snip on the corner of my dress.
"Stop! What're you doing?" I gasped.
"Gag her," Master Jason said.
Ken pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed the rose-smelling cloth into my open mouth.
"This is going to happen, Belle. I suggest you stay still so the sharp edges won't nick you," Master Jason warned.
I stopped kicking and fighting back as he cut through my dress, snipping all way to my neck to slice my favorite dress open.
My vision swam from the emotions pumping through me painfully. One moment he was gentle and kind and the next-
I gasped and my eyes widened when he cut my bra as well, leaving me completely naked and sprawled on the bed, my legs still shamefully parted open. I wanted to close my legs together, but Master Jason knelt between them, stopping me from doing so.
"Let's see if you're really a virgin," he said. My thighs trembled as he pressed his hands on them, then spread me wider still. "Keep them open or I'll be forced to punish you. Nod once if you understand."
I nodded, my saliva wetting the cloth in my mouth. The faint scent of rose went to my nose, calming me.
My breath stopped at my throat as he lowered his head between my legs. The moment his lips touched my trembling folds, I threw my head back and moaned. Pleasure exploded like fireworks through my veins, every nerve ending feeling like they had been electrified.
"So sensitive," he murmured, his breath tickling my clit. I whimpered, closing my eyes as my cheeks burned red with shame.
My wrists pulled painfully above my head as I tried to pry them free, unused to being controlled. Ken kept me still as Master Jason tasted me with his tongue, licking my throbbing core with the flat of his tongue, then curling the wet organ and delving into my core.
With one hand he parted my trembling folds, spreading it wide so he could lick my insides with his tongue. He touched a spot inside me that made everything spasm and I drew back as the shockwave of pleasure gripped me.
The time for giving up had passed.
He sucked my clit into his mouth as his fingers delved past my throbbing walls, parting them with his single digit to make everything inside me shudder with need.
Stranger moans came from beyond the cloth in my mouth, saliva dripping through the corner of my lips.
His fingers pumped in and out of me with a steady rhythm and I felt myself falling apart on the bed, melting and disintegrating into a million pieces of pure ecstasy.
Something inside me tightened and clench. My eyes clenched shut and as I was close to reaching the edge, he stopped abruptly, pulling back and releasing me.
"Your turn," he said, stepping off the bed.
Ken released me and I sat up in a daze of confusion.
"Do you know what blowjobs are, Belle?" he asked, rolling my name on his tongue like a caress.
I nodded. Somehow, I knew what to do. I pulled the soaked cloth from my mouth and dropped it onto the floor.
Then, I sank down onto the plush carpet in front of his long legs and noted the impeccable cut of his black pants. Pushing away the heavy thoughts and hesitations from my mind, I reached for the gleaming belt buckle at his waist and clinked it open. The belt tugged free and coiled on the floor by my knees.
I could feel both Master Jason and Ken staring at me expectantly and I licked my lips. His stomach was hard where my hand brushed it, his skin warm and unyielding. His hands reached down to tangle in my hair, pushing me closer. I didn't realized I had been leaning away from him.
The zip slid down slowly, the soft sound amplified in the silent room. I slipped my fingers into the soft material of his pants and pulled both his pants and underwear down to his thighs.
My eyes widened as the length of his cock sprang out at me, thick and long. It was hard already. I've never seen a cock in real life before.
His eyes were dark as they flashed down at me, the corner of his hard mouth tugged up.
"Show me what you can do," he said, his free hand cupping my chin, thumb brushing over my bottom lip. His other hand pulled my head back, tugging my hair.
The action made me catch my breath. The brush of his fingers made my skin tingle and my heart speed up. I dragged in a deep shuddering breath and heat bloomed in me as I locked eyes with him. His thumb dropped and his hand joined the other on the back of my head, guiding me forward.
I licked my lips as I dropped my gaze from his face to his smooth cock. It jumped beneath my heated gaze.
Tentatively, I reached forward to rest my palm on the base of his cock, pushing back the soft hair. He felt like hot steel as I palmed him with my other hand.
He pushed my head forward, almost insistent, and willingly l let him pull me to his cock. I dipped my head and enveloped his cock into my mouth. It was so thick and full, I didn't understand how something so huge could fit into my pussy. My thighs clenched together at the thought of having him take my virginity.
When he offered me the job, I didn't quite understand what I was getting myself into. Now that I was here, it was obvious that I was going to do a lot more than be his experimental guinea pig.
Why was I doing this? I was fully aware that I could say no and leave, but as I held onto his cock, it spasmed in my palm and all I could think of was how much I'd like to put it inside my mouth.
Tentatively, I swirled my tongue over his head, tasting the pearl of pre-cum on the slit of the cap. He shuddered as I swallowed the salty taste of him. I glanced up and saw the expression of pure bliss on his face.
His hand on the base of my head tightened and drew me to his crotch so that I was taking more of him inside me.
My lips parted and I took the head of his cock in my mouth. My tongue swirled over the head, drawing circles around it and his hand on the base of my head tightened. I licked along the ridge of his head, flicking my tongue at the underside where his shaft met the head.
His body vibrated and I heard him groan above me.
"Yes, just like that," he instructed, shifting his legs wider.
His voice vibrated through my core and I repeated the swirling motion with my tongue. My fingers wandered from the base of his cock to the soft heavy balls below his cock. I palmed them gently as my mouth down his shaft.
I heard his sharp inhalation of air as I dipped my head and sucked one of his balls into my hot, wet mouth. My thumb brushed against his smooth head as I licked the soft skin of his heavy sac before releasing it.
"Yes... just like that," he groaned. "Mmm... yes..."
My hand moved along the front of his thigh around his ass and I clenched my fingers into the firm muscles as I sucked and stroked his balls, my other hand continuing to rub and tease the sensitive skin on his cock.
His fingers were tightly laced in my hair now, and he pulled back as I moved back slightly, then pressed my lips against his cock. The head in my pussy was almost overwhelming. I didn't understand why blowing him was turning me on so much.
I could tell he was close. He groaned loudly and his grip on my head tightened, pulling me back.
"Let go, I'm going to come," he growled.
I resisted his grip, pulling him tighter against me with my hand on his ass. I swallowed him deep into me, his cock touching the back of my throat, causing me to gag reflexively, but I help on.
"Let go," he repeated through clenched teeth, his voice a deep grumble that sent a vibration through my spine and further down.
His body shuddered and his cock jerked as it erupted, pulsing his release down my throat and filling my mouth with the taste of him. I swallowed him into me, the thick, salty fluid feeding an urge inside me that made my pussy twitch and react in ways I couldn't begin to understand.
His grip on my hair loosened as his released the last of his seed into me, the pulsing of his cock halting with one last twitch on my tongue. I released him and sat back with a satisfied sigh.
I gasped as his hands shot out beneath my arms and hauled me up to my feet. His eyes were dark and furious. My heart stopped in my throat and I instantly knew I had done something wrong.
"You need to learn to obey," he said, pushing me face first onto the bed. His hands moved down on my back, stopping to cup my ass cheeks in his palms.
I jerked back when he pulled his hand back and spanked me across my ass cheeks roughly, crying out from surprise as much as pain.
Ken held me down again, pulling my hands over my head and holding me down ad Master Jason punished me for my disobedience.
When he grew tired to using his bare hands, he bent down and lifted his belt into his hand, then drew back and brought the heavy leather onto my buttocks. The sharp pain that bit into my skin sent a cold shiver through me.
I was completely unprepared when he pushed his hands between my legs. He found me soaking wet and throbbing for him.
The moan I released as he pushed two fingers inside me was swallowed by the pillow. He plunged his fingers in and out of me, amplifying the almost painful arousal searing through me. I grabbed onto the bed sheets, fingers digging into the soft sheet as he fucked me with his fingers.
My gasps were coming out shallow and hard as the pressure in my body grew. Then, just as he did last time, he pulled his fingers out as if he knew I was about to orgasm and wanted to deny me the satisfaction.
"We'll continue this another day," he said, leaving with Ken without another word to explain what just happened...
The withdrawal was almost physical as both men left me alone.
I rested my head against the pillows and curled up as the door closed with a decisive thud. My body was still throbbing from the effects of having Jason inside me. His voice trembled beneath my skin, electrifying me.
"I'm doing this because I want to."
I climbed up from the bed and dragged my feet into the kitchen, where I had seen Ken disappear to just earlier.
The meal he had set up for me was nothing sort of a feast. There was a juicy piece of steak cooked just right in the middle of the plate, with a healthy chunk of salmon, a slice of bread topped with what I could only assume is some sort of fish eggs, a bowl of salad, and a glass of orange juice.
I couldn't remember the last time I had such a delicious and filling meal. When I was done eating, I wandered around my new living quarters, awe gripping my heart from the insanity of it all. It still felt like a dream.
My thighs throbbed with a need that I wished I knew how to satisfy. I tried touching myself while I was taking a bath, but that just made me feel guilty so I stopped as soon as I started. The memory of his lips on my clit, teasing, kissing me... it sent a shiver up my spine and I pushed the memory away, intent on forgetting it.
It was night by the time I finished taking a bath, so I slid into the bed and let sweet slumber take me.
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